"A person is his own worst enemy...Ten enemies can't do what a person does to himself."--Isaac Bashevis Singer
The old man tried to talk to this person on a Friday afternoon in his house.
Their driver parked the car in front of the man's bungalow. The wife got off the car, carrying a paper bag containing the dress their patroness gave last May. She was returning the dress and a $20 bill to the expatriate writer through the wife of this man.
In front of the house were sacks of rice/palay piled on top of one another. The door was closed, so the wife walked farther to the back of the house, where a dirty kitchen is located. When she reached the placed, she disappeared for a while, then she came back still carrying the bag.
On the way home, the wife told the husband that the man's wife was out on a camping event in a nearby village, according to the two female helpers of the family she talked to at the back of the house. She said she asked if the man was in the house. They said he was inside the house and was sleeping. Did she ask the helpers if it was possible to wake him up? She did not dare, she said.
The blogger knew in his heart that the man was awake and he was watching the wife walking away from the house, away from their life.
It was fifteen minutes to one o'clock on the blogger's Fossil watch. It is a 10-minute ride to the municipal hall where the man works. Maybe the man is tired and decided to call it a day.
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